I have come to realize that there is no such thing as perfect. Or maybe I just attract more bad than good. Perhaps for everything that goes well there is something that has to go wrong too.
My baby got shot, I was waiting to see what this is going to do to her, but she is doing well. In fact so well that she is about to shove an ice block down my pants.
Stone ~“Ivy are you crazy?”
Ivy ~“Baby I am trying to wake you up.”
Stone ~“Baby girl there are much better ways to do that.”
Ivy ~“Like what?”
Stone ~“How about losing that silly top of ours.”
She pulls her top over her head and toss it on the floor.
Stone ~“What about that skinny shorts of yours?”
I watch her shake her ass trying to get it down over her legs.
Stone ~“No
